Electric Hipster

Prolonged Misunderstandings - Poem by Electric Hipster

We walked through the dense city pavement. The smell of morning still lingered in our noses as we entered into the bookstore. This particular bookstore, with it's robust smell of coffee and dry ink, had become a place of solace from the world outside. I sipped my coffee and watched as she poured countless teaspoons of sugar into her tea.'Would you like some tea with your sugar, ' I joked. She began to stir the mountain of sugar into her cup. With each stir the aroma of Earl Grey filled the air. My mind slowly got up and walked away from the table.'What's on your mind babe'? she said.'Life I suppose, ' I replied.'Ryan, you're 24 what do you know of life'? she laughedI pondered her question while I watched the streaks of morning rain trickle down the window.'Life' I proclaimed. 'Life is merely a space. A space between smiles in the delivery room, and teardrops on tombstones.' She shook her head with a faint smile. I took a sip of my coffee, still too hot to enjoy.'And love? ', she said, 'What do you know of that? 'I replied. 'Love, well that's an intriguing word. A word I've heard before, but never felt. I do know that it is easy to fall in love, but a challenge to stand in it.'She reached her hand over to mine and smiled. A smile which felt like the word love.